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Now, the adventures of Superman. Secure in the feeling that all his troubles were over when Herbert Calkins, the Scotland yard detective who came within an inch of revealing his true identity as Superman, returned to England, satisfied that he was wrong, Clark Kent returned to the Daily Planet. There, he was excitedly greeted with the startling news that something was happening to Perry White behind the locked door of the editor's office. As we continue now, the usual clatter of the city room is stilled as Kent walks hurriedly toward the worried group of Daily Planet employees gathered in front of White's office. Listen. Well, what's going on? Maybe we ought to knock down the door. Excuse me, Johnny. Let me through, please. Sure. Lois, what's going on here? Clark, I don't know. Sounds like an out-down drag-out fights me. Yes, I'm afraid the chief is in serious trouble. It's okay. Relax, all of you. Relax. Oh, you can't get my throat. You don't want anybody out. Relax? Did you hear that, Clark? Don't worry. We'll have the door open in a minute. Hey, Kent, let me in. That won't get you anywhere, Kent. No, we've been trying that for the past ten minutes. Okay, then we'll do it another way. Look out. Now, let me tell you what I'm going on here. Hiya, chief. Kent, what's the meaning of this? Why, have I... Are you all right, chief? Oh, of course I'm all right. What's the idea of breaking in my door? Don't you know that a closed door means privacy? How dare you come... We were worried about you. Yeah, we thought you were in trouble. Well, I am. But that's no reason for this convention in front of my door. Now, go on. Back to work, all of you. We've still got a paper to get out. Okay. Okay, okay. Sorry we bothered you. Come in here. What? Well, you just said... I said to come in here. Something pretty serious is happening, and you may as well get in on it right now. Now, one second, chief. Before we go into that, there's a little matter of this heavy door to your office. Well, what about it? Well, several of the boys tried to force it before, but it wouldn't budge. And then Mr. Kent comes along and... So what? What's so important about that? What's important? Now, if you think that makes him a superman, you... For heaven's sake, Lois, didn't we just have enough of that with our friend Herbert Calkins? Well, I was just a little... Oh, drop it, drop it. Forget it. Sure. Stop wasting time. The whole world is practically coming apart from this very office. Well, what do you want? Then you stand there gabbing about a broken door. Now, close it, Kent, if it will close, and sit down. Yes, all right. Sure. Now, chief, what do you mean by the world comes... Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't notice this gentleman sitting here. You didn't think the chief was talking to himself, did you? No, Mr. Smith here is a very unobtrusive man, except when he opens his mouth. Miss Lane, Mr. Kent, meet Mr. Homer S. Smith. How do you do? How do you do? The devil himself in a blue serge suit. Why, chief. I'm delighted to meet you, Miss Lane, and you, Mr. Kent. And I'll thank you to be more careful of your language, Mr. White. I didn't ask you to come here. You asked yourself. Now I'm telling you to get out. Look here, you can't speak to me that way, right? Oh, I can't, eh? Why, you... Wait a minute. Chief, I... Don't you dare lay your hands on me. No, no, I won't. I won't dirty my hands on you, you... You snake. I'm responsible for what happened. Save your breath, Mr. White. I have no intention of leaving you. No, no, then I'll... Chief, control yourself. Let me go, Kent. Not until you pull yourself together. Let me go, I say. Now, wait a minute. I'm surprised at you, chief. Why, I've never seen you act this way before. What's this all about, Mr. Smith? Nothing, really. It's simply that I came... You'll be quiet. I'll tell them. All right, all right. You can let me go now, Kent. I lost my head for a minute, but I'm all right now. You sure? Of course. Sorry I lost my temper, but nothing like this has ever happened to me before. Like what? That's what I'd like to know. Well, listen. This man, Smith, came in here a few minutes ago, saying he'd been sent here by John Grayson, the publisher of the Daily Planet. I was sent here by Mr. Grayson. I don't believe it. Now, wait a minute. I showed you his letter. Personally signed by him. I've known John W. Grayson for almost 25 years. He's not only my employer, but one of my closest friends. He wouldn't embarrass me by sending a flunky in here to give me orders. To give... What? I don't understand. Exactly. And what orders? This fellow has the nerve, the unspeakable gall, to order me to withdraw the planet's support from the World Peace Federation. Well, I never... And not only that, he tells me we've got to print an editorial every day on page one, no less, attacking the World Peace Federation. No. What kind of a joke is this? It's no joke, Mr. Campbell. We're convinced the World Peace Federation is fundamentally wrong in principle. Listen to him. Wrong? How can anything be wrong when its primary purpose is to preserve peace by establishing mutual trust and understanding among all the nations of the world? Why, the Federation is our only hope for world peace. Of course it is. That's where we differ, my friends. Mr. Grayson and I, too, incidentally, believe it's impossible for nations of different languages and customs to understand each other. It is not if we put our minds and hearts to it. And that's what we've got to do, or sure as shooting, there'll be another war. And when that comes, with its new type of atomic weapons, it'll be just too bad for all of us. Right, Chief. I don't agree. Now, wait just a moment, please. This is a free country, and everyone is entitled to his own opinion, but... Well, Mr. Smith says he's speaking for Mr. Grayson as well as for himself. I am. Baloney. John Grayson feels the same way about the World Peace Federation as I do. He told me so a hundred times. He even said so at our annual banquet last month, Chief, and when he laid the cornerstone for the Unity House Gymnasium just a couple of weeks ago. That's right. He may have felt that way then, but he's changed his mind since. Rubbish. I don't intend to dispute the matter, Mr. White. You have Mr. Grayson's signed letter giving me full authority to determine editorial policy and all other policies on this newspaper. I know, but... May I see that letter, Chief? It's right here on my desk. Here. Here it is. Let me see it, will you, Clark? Yeah, sure. It's on Mr. Grayson's own stationery. This will introduce Mr. Homer S. Smith, who will hereafter act as my personal representative with full authority to determine all policy, editorial and otherwise, on the daily planet. Well, good heavens. Nothing indefinite about that, is there? Is this Grayson's signature, Chief? Yes, but I can't believe he ever wrote it. It can very easily be verified. Have you called Mr. Grayson about this, Chief? Well, I called his office and they told me he's not in. I don't understand it. That's strange. More than strange, Lois. It's serious. Chief, you and I are going to find Mr. Grayson, wherever he is, and have a little talk with him. Come on. You did appoint Homer S. Smith as your personal representative on the daily planet, Mr. Grayson? That's right, Kent. With full authority to determine all policy? Correct. I can't believe it. You're kidding. I'm sorry. I had to put someone in over your head, Perry, but... Well, I haven't liked the way things have been going on the paper. You never told me that. I, uh, I, I know, but, uh, well, I, I didn't see any reason for talking it over. You're, and you're rather set in your ways, you know. No, I am, eh? And so now you... Just a minute, Chief. You stay out of this, Kent. Our circulation is at an all-time high, isn't it, John? Why, uh, yes. And we got the International Prize for Outstanding and Impartial Reporting of the News for the fifth straight year, didn't we? Well, I, I, I guess we did. You guessed we did? You know, blame what we did? And you were so tickled about it, you wanted to give me another raise. Only I made you give it to my staff instead. And that was only three months ago. And now, now, you've got the nerve to tell me you don't like the way things are going. Well, I feel... Maybe Mr. Grayson means he doesn't like our editorial policy, Chief. Yes. That's right. That's right, Kent. Our editorial policy is the same as it's always been. There's been no change, and you approved it, John. Well, yes, I know I did, but... Well, now, maybe Mr. Smith is right. Maybe Mr. Grayson has changed his mind about our policy. As, for example, our strong support of the World Peace Federation. How about it, Mr. Grayson? Yes, I, I have changed my mind about that. What? After you've gone on record a hundred times as being in favor of it as the only means of preserving peace? Well, I can change my mind, can't I? Not about this you can. Now, wait a minute. You gave me the go-ahead on it, and you can't make me back down now. How is that so? Well, you get this, Perry. I own the majority of stock on the planet, and what I say goes. And I say that from here on in, you'll take orders from Homer Smith on all matters of policy. Now, is that clear? Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'm sorry, but I'm too busy to discuss this any longer. Today, John. Come on, Chief. Oh, no. No. Now, you listen to me, John Grayson. Please, Chief. We've been friends for a long time. And if you think you can push me around, you've got another thing coming. I said I don't care to discuss this anymore, Perry. I don't care what you said. Chief, Chief, come on, will you? I think I understand this. Let go of my arm, Kent. Let go. I'm going to tell this turncoat a thing or two. Come on. I said I've got something to tell you. I don't want to hear you. I want to tell you. Will you come along? You're just wasting your breath. I understand this, and you don't. You understand what? Go outside, and I'll tell you. That's better. Goodbye, Mr. Grayson. Almost forcibly, Clark Kent leads Perry White from John W. Grayson's library. What is in Kent's mind? We'll return in a moment to find out. So stand by. You know, gang, nobody wants a gloom box at the breakfast table in the morning. So if you want to show up with a cheerful disposition and a sunny smile, get hip to that sunny breakfast cereal, Kellogg's Pep. Why, just one glimpse of those toasted whole wheat flakes, all golden and crisp, and you're bound to be in a good mood. You feel like eating the super sort of breakfast that gives your day a happy start. You see, Kellogg's Pep is called the sunshine cereal. It's chock full of sparkling sunshine flavor, a comeback for more flavor that your appetite can really latch on to. And every flake is crisp and tender and mouth-watering good. Believe me, your first taste of Kellogg's Pep tells you that you're going to get a kick out of every last spoonful in your dish. And that's the way it should be, sure, because it's not good to waste cereal. And nowadays, the cereal grains are being sent to fellas and girls overseas. So keep that in mind when Mom brings Kellogg's Pep home from the grocers. Don't waste it. If you pour your own Pep, pour it carefully and polish off every bit you pour out. Pass the word along to the rest of your family, too. Always make sure to eat all your Pep. Don't waste it. Outside the great stone house of John W. Grayson, millionaire publisher of the Metropolis Daily Planet, Editor Perry White is fuming with rage. Oh, why did you drive me away, Kent? I wanted to give that hypocritical turncoat, Grayson, a piece of my mind. Well, it wouldn't do any good, Chief. He's too scared. Scared? Scared of what? I don't know. But in all my life, I've never seen a man as scared as Grayson. Didn't you notice his eyes and the way his hands and mouth kept twitching? No, but... Oh, you're crazy, Kent. You're crazy. John Grayson was never scared of anything. Well, he's scared now, Chief. Scared half out of his wits. And I'm positive the reason for his fear is tied up with what he did today. What do you mean? His change of heart on the World Peace Federation. And is appointing Homer Smith to run the Daily Planet. There's something strange going on, Chief. Something strange and evil. And we've got to find out what it is. You're right, Clark. Something strange and evil is going on. A great secret menace which will try all your great powers. And which may prove too much for even you, Superman. Unless you act quickly. What is the secret menace which Clark Kent says has frightened millionaire John Grayson half out of his wits? And what will happen at the Daily Planet? Tomorrow, the secret menace strikes. So don't fail to be with us. Tune in, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. For excitement, the adventures of Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC comic magazines. And is brought to you Monday through Friday at the same time by Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. Say, gang, think of all the famous names you know. And you'll think of Kellogg, the greatest name in cereals. Then you'll think of Kellogg's Shredded Wheat. Makes breakfast loads of fun. Crisp, tender biscuits of whole wheat, toasted just right. And packed with natural nut-sweet flavor. 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